Even with all of Flemeth's experience and tutelage, the older witch was sparse on the details of her time with both Bann Conobar and the bard Osen. Yes her marriage to Conobar was one of convenience, her lover Osen was spared from poverty while Conobar gained a beautiful wife to indulge his carnal appetites. Mother had never elaborated on the feelings she shared for Osen instead she would breakdown every detail of Conobar's demands upon her younger self.
Here the lesson was the weakness of her heart broke the pact with Conobar, when she ran off with Osen. Then again sentiment betrayed her when returning to Highever upon learning of Conobar's impending death.
Thus Morrigan was at a loss on hot to reconcile her training and life lesson with all the she gained with having the Warden back in her life. Next to her the man slumbered, spent from the conception of their unborn daughter. Both still weak from the borrowing of both their life forces to not only overcome the Taint but to ensure the child's gender, she smiled to herself recounting the affections they murmured to one another before another trifling argument over the naming of their coming spawn.
No amount of blackmail or manipulation could sway her beloved. In the end it took bringing up their Son's own lack of a name to break his circle of logic. By the same token she acquiesced to the use of pet names, such as 'Pup' for their Son - such as Vann's own Father had called him over his youth. While 'Cub' was decided upon for their Daughter.
Morrigan inwardly groaned as Cub came from a quickly quashed suggestion of 'Morribear' for herself, a bit of jest Cousland had apparently been saving since witnessing the first time she transmogrified into her Bear form for one protracted battle. Never had she ever missed her connection to The Fade when the urge to give the Warden a quick zap of ball-lightning crossed her mind the moment those particular syllables were uttered by his fool mouth.
Soon her fond thoughts were interrupted by the now very apparent odious aroma of their unbathed, sex coated bodies. What with water being rather precious in this dead land she dared not even, as Zevran would put it, a simple 'whore's bath' with their drinking water.
Instead she stripped off the remnant of her nursing clothes and breast wrap and exited the tent in the buff. The night air was still still warm from the overly long day and the fine grit that coated the land felt good between her toes, all of this reminded her of a small beach along the Orlesian Coastline where she spent the initial months of her pregnancy.
Morrigan stood there and stretched in the silvery starshine that lit the night. Even without the wind to help speed the drying process, she found herself enjoying the open air bath. In the damp of the Korcari Wilds it was often more hygienic to strip off and let the wind and air take the reek and sweat from the body than to taint a fresh water source or wash in a questionable source.
After all they had gone through this was her first time alone without any kind of nagging urgency, hungry child, or maddening lover present.
The Wilder Woman took a moment to shut her eyes, recalling the cry of the Gulls and lapping of the waves, losing herself to memories.
Omen's legs felt like granite as her muscles had tightened and locked in place, a fine coat of sweat covered her skin. She was trapped.
Trapped in a darkened building, unable to move, unable to protect the innocent child she had carried in with her. Trapped and without the ability to see a Drake that had claimed to be a prisoner.
"Hel-"
"Not another word", the creature suddenly hissed, "and do not move."
The demon woman could not help but to obey, the Drake sucked in a powerful lung full of the stale air then belched a blue ball of flame that lit up the room. The fireball had set alight a broken wooden table and a pile of bones covered in chainmail and rags.
Firelight played across the dragon's scales, it was far larger than the same creatures they had encountered and avoided while she and her Templar escaped from the Circle Tower at Lake Calenhad. The spines on its back gouged at the stone of the ceiling, and its long neck craned its head down as it eyed both the woman and child.
"You are free to leave now..."
"Thank y-"
"But not the Child. Urthmiel cannot leave."
Omen was taken aback by the Drake's response, the light and warmth of the fire shook her free from the mire of panic, "What? Why? The door is right there unless - this is a threat?"
She hugged the still sleeping child closer to herself.
"As I told his Protector, I am a prisoner. The Stone refuses me freedom to roam the Voidlands. The spirit within the Child is that of Urthmiel the Dragon of Beauty - and as a Dragon He shall be seen and should He recross the threshold untold pain will wrack his body. I know not the strength of the vessel Urthmiel is contained therein but it is possible it could prove quite fatal."
Her eyes darted from the babe in her arms to the door and back again.
If there was any truth to the dragon's statement then there was risk in leaving with the child but there was no leaving without Morrigan's Son as the Drake could simply snap up his little body as any other morsel. Omen resigned herself to remaining in the Drake's impromptu den, at least the fire would stave off the shadows and the dark.
"Ser", she spoke up again. This time the Drake regarded her with just a single open eye as it had returned back to its sleeping position.
"Yes, woman?"
"How- how is it you speak? I don't remember how any of your kind having a mastery of language."
"I was not always capable of speech, not until a Mage, bearing the same markings as Urthmiel's protector and the Warriors that follow The Stone, called Avernus bonded unto me a spirit of The Fade."
"What kind of Spirit?"
The Drake's eye flared with a red light.
"Rage."